1. Awareness of Joy
  2. Birds at Recess
  3. The Call Back
  4. A poem to commemorate dennis's road rash, broken rib, concussion and the bruising of his fourth cranial nerve
  5. Oakland Is Burning
  6. Finding Paul's Marker
  7. Freeway
  8. Carolton
  9. Grief in a Dry September
  10. A Headache on Tuesday, February 26, 2002
  11. heaven
  12. A Hillside Pond in the Rain
  13. Hoarder
  14. L.O.F. (In Her Door)
  15. Intersection
  16. Iporaõ 1960
  17. A Janitor on Hansen Way
  18. laundry
  19. Lucy in the Streets with Ashes
  20. The Man in Blue
  21. When the Morning Air was Cold
  22. Night Stand
  23. objectification
  24. (Quoting Emily Dickenson)
  25. Racoon Eyes
  26. Red Lips
  27. Reflections on a dislocation
  28. The Runway
  29. sails
  30. San Antonio Station, January 3, 2005, 4 Pm
  31. Scene Report
  32. Shark Teeth
  33. Prayer for an Old Woman
  34. Encounter in an Unfinished Room
  35. Y Sovendo Morréu com Raiva
  36. On the Strand
  37. Tethered
  38. Before the Beast
  39. The Ties that Bind
  40. Viewing Bald Eagles
  41. Voyeur
  42. What I Learned on Summer Vacation
  43. What I Learned on Summer Vacation
  44. Without You
  45. Love Poem to You Written on a Mountain
  46. Your Tongue is Soft and Your Teeth Slide in Easy


I learn to read.
This paper is precious,
I dwell in my library of papers I daily glean.
This piece is unique
In all my walls of stacked treasure
Though each bit is dear.
The words, the creases are shaped and are stories
My hand can hold.
These esses and queues
Gracelessly brood cosmic secrets.
We are in a museum
Of jars and of cans and of containers.
We live in a storehouse of the story of the world.
The glass and the metal and the paper
Express the marriage of cultures
That changed their raw sources
Of disparate places and feelings
For chop suey dishes, ragout jars and pork and bean cans.
Each word is a vein of ore.
If I ever forget time
I will fold each scripture
Into one body's armature.
I will make a giant of papier mache
Now formless and only in my mind
Who will be a terrible bearer
And my cabinets of empty jars
And my stacks of takeout containers
And my chains of chewing gum wrappers
Will be bones and baggage and bridle and bit.
He will be my magic mount
Who will take me to the City of God
And drop me just this side of Wisdom's edge.

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